You tie me up in knots. I want to play you a thousand different songs so you can get a clue of what... I feel inside me.

I’ve never seen a man go after a woman like that. Holy sh*t, it’s like porn with the romance.

You are going to love me until I die. I’m going to make you love me even if it hurts, and when it hurts, I’m going to make it better, Brooke.

I want your hands on my head.” I nod and edge back to make room for him. “Does it calm your racing thoughts?” He shakes his head, then takes my hand and spreads it open over his wide chest, his voice textured as he traps my gaze with his. “It calms me here.

I'll never recover if he breaks my heart. ~Brooke

Remington Tate, I swear to you—I swear—that when I’m able to get up from this stupid bed and run again, you’re always, always, going to be the one thing I’ll run straight to.

I'm addicted to you. You're my crack, and you also happen to be the only dealer.